He No Sooner Was
Alone With Her, Than He Threw Himself Upon Her As She Was Sitting In A
Chair, Crying, O When My Angel, My Dear Adored Louisa, Will You Consent
To Make Me Blest.
- By heaven, I can no longer wait the tedious
formalities your modesty demands.
- I cannot think you hate me, and must
this night ensure you mine. While he spoke these words his lips were so
closely cemented to her's, that had there been no other hindrance, it
would have been impossible for her to have reply'd. - But terrified
beyond measure at the wild disorder of his looks, the expressions he
made use of, and the actions that accompanied them, she wanted even the
power of repulsing, till seeing her almost breathless, he withdrew his
arms which he had thrown round her neck, and contenting himself with
holding one of her hands, - Tell me, pursued he, when may I hope a
recompence for all I have suffered? - I must, I will have an end of all
these fears of offending; - this cruel constaint; - this distance between
us. - Few men, Louisa, in the circumstances we both are, would, like me,
so long attend a happiness in my power to seize. - Trifle not therefore
with a passion, the consequences of which there is no answering for.
O, sir! said she, with a trembling voice, you cannot, from the most
generous, virtuous and honourable man living, degenerate into a brutal
ravisher. - You will not destroy the innocence you have cherished, and
which is all that is valuable in the poor Louisa.
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